Rutherford B. Hayes Campfire, Saturday Afternoon

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Tony had tried to get a fire started, but he'd gone through a whole book of matches and the damn thing still wouldn't stay lit. He had hot dogs and buns ready to cook if it ever got going. He figured he was probably doing something wrong, but he had no clue what. He had wood, he had flame, what else was there?

He gave up and munched on a cold hot dog.



[Open like a British bakery on the 4th of July!]

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Tony took the blowtorch and examined it until he figured he could probably work it without blowing anyone up. He got out a fresh book of matches and lit the blowtorch.

"Fire!" he announced. He leaned over to hold the blowtorch to the wood. And he was keeping it there until the damn stuff caught and stayed lit.

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And Turtle was going to wait and watch until it did, too.

For a moment or two, anyway. "Man, wood. Not cool."

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Tony sighed and turned up the blowtorch to the max setting. Burn, baby, burn.

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"...Maybe someone enchanted the wood," Turtle offered helplessly.

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"That's just cheating," Tony complained.

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"Not to mention mean. And a little stupid, too."

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Tony thought for a moment, then pushed the firewood to the side with his foot and set the blowtorch in the middle of the firepit. He stuck a hot dog on a stick and held it over the open flame.

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Turtle laughed, shaking her head a little, but she was applauding. "Good thinking, wow."

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Tony grinned. "Thank you," he said. He finished cooking the first dog and handed the stick to Turtle, then started cooking another for himself.